Sigh

I just got back from bringing Grandma down from Pittsburgh for Easter. I love going up there but the past two visits, it hasn't felt the same. Of course it's nice to see everyone, but I think about Dad the whole time I'm there. It makes me feel sad. There was a big leaf blowing all around on the side of the house just after I got there. It was dancing all over the driveway and kept brushing up against the dining room window. I wondered if it was Dad saying hello. Too bad leaves can't come in for a chat and a cup of coffee.